The Cast of the Missbegotten
There one sat as fate cast the die.
Upheaval of worth, and the spirit dose not fly.
A cry for deliverance, deliverance from the painful swell.
That peace cringed.
As such in Hades dose the soul dwell.
The misbegotten resides within its own cast.
To the recompense that the gods do laugh.
However fate bewildered such a fold.
They, never do cease from dreaming bold.
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